Seeing the young man in gray robe stepping onto the mountain road, Chen Sheng rubbed his cheeks and frowned and said, "Shanhe is definitely not his opponent.m."

Yes, a swordsman in Taiqing realm is naturally much worse than a swordsman who has been climbing the tower for many years.

There is nothing wrong with saying that it is a difference.

It is not wrong to say that it is a world of difference.

It's too far apart anyway.

The eagle flying above the nine heavens will never look down to see what the sparrows on the branches are doing. A swordsman like Bai Weng naturally won't see what Wu Shanhe in Taiqing Realm will do. He walked in front and broke the ban left by his ancestor Xu Ji. Wu Shanhe seemed to be along his path, so it would be much easier.

The predecessors planted trees, and the later generations enjoyed the shade.

Li Fuyao stood beside his master Chen Sheng, not going to see the scene on the other side of Jianshan, but just said, "That is Senior Brother's Jianshan, and he thought more than anyone else to guard it."

Chen Sheng said, "You guy is afraid you have forgotten me."

Chen Sheng is Li Fuyao's master and Wu Shanhe's uncle. If he is qualified to become the head of Jianshan, he is also very qualified.

And no matter how you look at it, Chen Sheng, who has become a swordsman in the Spring and Autumn Realm, has a better chance than Wu Shanhe.

After all, no matter whether it is realm or anything else, he is better than Wu Shanhe.

Li Fuyao turned his head, looked at Chen Sheng, and said with a smile: "Master won't compete with the junior brother, right? Is that shameless?"

Chen Sheng thought this statement was funny, and then he remembered what Bai Weng said before. He said to Chen Sheng in the dilapidated temple that if there was a swordsman who was unwilling to be the head of Jianshan, he would be sick.

Chen Sheng could have repeated this sentence again, but perhaps because he thought this sentence was not right, so he didn't say anything.

Li Fuyao said: "If the master wants to be the head of Jianshan, then go and compete with his senior brother."

After saying this, Li Fuyao ignored Chen Sheng and walked into the dilapidated temple.

He was saying that if Chen Sheng wanted to be the head coach, he was fighting with Wu Shanhe, not to fight with Bai Weng. Could it be that he really felt that Bai Weng could not become the head coach of Jianshan, but Bai Weng was indeed a swordsman climbing the tower.

What is Wu Shanhe fighting for?

Chen Sheng rubbed his head and looked at Li Fuyao's back, feeling helpless.

Ye Feixian came to him, looked at him, and said with a smile: "Your apprentice? Very good."

Ye Feixian was really ignorant. He knew who Li Fuyao was and also knew that Li Fuyao had caused endless storms in Qingtian City. However, he didn't know that Li Fuyao was Chen Sheng's apprentice, and he didn't know who Li Fuyao was.

Chen Sheng sighed, "They are all young people who are not worry-free."

Ye Feixian remembered what Chen Sheng said before and retorted: "You said before that the world belongs to these young people."

Chen Sheng was a little angry and said angrily: "Please pretend I didn't say it!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Sheng muttered to himself: "Wu Shanhe, this stupid boy, really thinks he is amazing? Even a Taiqingjing dares to go to the mountain to find trouble for that old guy?"

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There are many swords on the sword mountain.

Most of them are sword washing pools, followed by sword tombs.

There are two sources of swords in the sword washing pool.

First, when the sword master was in his twilight years, he was unwilling to wear his sword and bury the loess deep with him, so he would hide his sword in the sword washing pond and wait for someone who is destined to take it.

The second is the new sword forged by the sword-casting master of Jianshan. Because there is no owner, it will be placed here.

After the swordsman's lineage withered, the disciples of Jianshan became increasingly rare. Until a hundred years ago, there were no swordsman's senior swordsman returning to the sword washing pool, and no sword-casting masters forging new swords.

Therefore, there has been no new sword in the sword washing pool for a hundred years.

But even those swords from the past are no longer a few.

I borrowed the sword from Qingqiu on the top of Jianshan Mountain. After borrowing the sword, I still returned it all.

Therefore, there are still swords in the sword washing pool until now.

Not expensive.

In fact, these swords are better than those that fall under the cliff, regardless of their quality or anything else.

The great formation set up by the ancestors is based on the sword energy of these swords themselves.

Their master may have been a swordsman who was famous for the mountains and rivers before.

It’s just that these years have passed, and the dust has long since returned to the dust and the soil has returned to the soil.

As for the sword tomb, it is actually the swords of those swords seniors. There are only some swords that can still wait for the new sword master in the sword washing pond after the original owner died. However, the swords of these swords are not that gentle and have a very irritable temper. Since they are irritable, they are put into the sword tomb to refine their hearts for their younger disciples. This was the case before Wu Shanhe went down the mountain. He didn't know how many days he had been in this sword tomb.

Bai Weng walked on the mountain road with his sword in his arms, and his every step was extremely slow, not only because the mountain road was filled with countless sword energy, but also because of some other reasons.

That is when he feels that there is always someone watching him somewhere.

"That man" did not show up, but that gaze alone made Bai Weng feel a sharp sword intent. The sword intent was not at all inferior to before, and Bai Weng even felt that it might be better than him.

Apart from Chao Qingqiu, Bai Weng always felt that no one could be stronger than him using a sword.

Even Zhou Qing and Xu Li, who were both climbing the tower, did not think that they would surpass him.

But "that person" seems to be still climbing the tower, but it has reached the critical point. It seems that he can walk over the tower and go to the sea with just one step.

Bai Weng frowned. He didn't like this feeling very much.

He had never been to Jianshan, nor did he know what was on the top of Jianshan, but he was very clear that if he wanted to break through this formation, he had to go to the top of the mountain.

After pausing for a moment, Bai Weng walked forward slowly again.

He is short and has a very long sword, which looks really weird.

He suddenly turned his head and looked into the forest.

A sharp sword energy swept across!

His eyes, which he always squinted slightly, suddenly opened wide.

That sword energy is not a sword energy.

But a string...

Maybe it can be said to be a...

A stegosaurus!

It is a stegosaurus formed by as many as hundreds of long swords. The sword dragon formed by hundreds of swords has a rolled-up sword energy that is no less than a swordsman climbing up the tower.

Even Mr. Bai must take it seriously.

He held the sword, and a series of substantial sword energy appeared beside him.

These sword energy are all in shape.

If the stegosaurus was composed of hundreds of long swords, then these sword energy were also stegosauruses made entirely of sword energy.

Two stegosauruses confronted each other in the air.

Bai Weng said indifferently: "Since Jianshan has reopened, how can there be no master? No one has the courage to become the owner of this mountain, so why not?"

As he spoke, the stegosaurus behind him had already roared and roared away, and bit the stegosaurus that had flew out of the forest before.

Soon, many broken swords appeared on the mountain road.

Of course, there are many sword energy that dissipate.

The two stegosauruses were tearing each other, and they looked extremely miserable.

Mr. Bai stopped stopping and continued to walk forward.

It is absolutely true that you want to climb a mountain.

After walking a few steps forward, a small courtyard appeared on the mountain road ahead.

Bai Weng in Jianshan had never been here. Even if such a small courtyard appeared, Bai Weng had no other thoughts except being a little cautious.

No matter how bad it is, this courtyard is like the sword immortals Xie Chen and Lu Changyan before, and it is just a frightening illusion.

When he arrived at the gate of the courtyard, Bai Weng cut open the wooden door of the courtyard with a sword.

The wooden door shattered thunderously.

A voice came from inside, "Why do you have such a big heartbroken?"

Bai Weng looked up and saw a pear tree in the yard with a square stone table under it. Because it was already summer, there were many unsweet fruits hanging on the pear tree, but they looked very good.

A lot of vitality.

An old man had white hair and a short stature. He was sitting at the stone table and drinking.

There is a long sword on the stone table, very long.

So it's weird.

What's even more weird is the old man, whose appearance is exactly the same as that of Bai Weng.

Bai Weng stood at the door and asked expressionlessly: "Who are you?"

The old man took a sip of wine, then smiled and said, "I am you, you should know it."
To be continued...